Heat; day's, night's. The difference
Twixt caliph's oppressiveness
Swirled of sands about;
And what fine garbed, a-glitter
Offspring's, oozing sultriness
His own, lures back out.
What is Beauty?
Beauty is not a look.
It is a moment in time when every part of the universe
is gathered in perfect harmony.
Beauty is not a number or an age or a weight.
Beauty is a millisecond of hope.
Hope that has never occurred before on the plane of your existence.
It is a thought.
An idea.
A place.
A place where the heart can travel to when the entire world comes against you.
It is not a color or an attitude of superiority.
It is a chasm of joy that cannot be measured without measuring your past pain.
It is the absence of the oppressiveness of the enemy.
It is the hope of excellence in the days ahead.
Beauty.
gwendolen rix
1-19-15
For Mercedes on her sweet 16th bday. :)
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